Archive for February, 2008

sudden impact

as i flew through the air
every thing was silent
i thought

this is what it feels like to fly

then i hit the ground
i saw a flash of light
and i thought

this is what it feels like to be dead

as i came to
i saw i was in the middle of the street
my shoes had come off
and my socks were melted
and fifty feet away
i saw my scoot slammed up against
a parking meter
it’s front fork bend at ninety degrees
and i thought

that was weird

Published in: Uncategorized | on February 29th, 2008 | No Comments »
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on the brink

on the brink of disaster
make sure you have
all your fingers and toes

 

if you are sitting on a fence
just let it go

 

don’t think of things that are
out of your reach

 

or

 

think of those things
just ..

 

well ..
prepare for the worst

 

it’s always about you
no matter what they say
they will let you know

 

it’s just not about me

Published in: poetry | on February 28th, 2008 | No Comments »
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coyote

if you were hurt i would help you
if you were being chased
i’d show you how to get away
if you were dead i would bury you
if you were you
i would be amazed

 

even though you probably ate my cat
And i will always hate you
for that
you are a wild animal
and i have a certain respect
for circumstance which is beyond
your making
the encroaching tide that washes
you towards a bitter end

 

but if you were a man
i’d kick your ass for eternity
for killing my cat
just remember that

Published in: poetry | on February 27th, 2008 | No Comments »
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friendship

your friendship is important to me
if i think you are gone
there will be
a big empty space
left in my heart
time can mend
the broken dream
i look inside myself
to forgive where i can
give me time
let me take it slow
because deep down inside
i hate to see you go

Published in: poetry | on February 25th, 2008 | No Comments »
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his

i read his words
as they drift across the pages
stories from with in
truths that he has told
they inspire me
they move me
they open the doors
his words fill my soul
and make me look more deeply
painting pictures
coloring my imagination
inviting me to join his
giving insight to what he holds
his poetry
his stories
his words
his

Published in: poetry | on February 25th, 2008 | No Comments »
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waking

i sit and i watch the sunrise
pink and orange clouds
streak through the sky
slowly turning variations
of those colors
i sip my coffee
to wake me up
then go off to shower
another day
another day
another day

Published in: poetry | on February 25th, 2008 | No Comments »
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that key

sits on my table
i stare at it
it looks back at me
i tilt my head
it sits motionless
i give it a half smile
not a movement made
i wonder what to do
it sits there looking at me
i blink a couple of times
that key is mocking me
i furrow my lips and squint my eyes
that key that key
i pick up that key
i put it in my pocket
today that key will stay
with me
until another day
when i will take it out
again

Published in: poetry | on February 25th, 2008 | No Comments »
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fading

the memories fade
little pieces of me everyday
farther from where i started
i wish i could remember it all
instead it’s just little glimpses
of my past strung together
memories make new memories
i wonder if they were true
scattered like pages torn from a book
blowing down the streets in my mind
i grab for one
i read it out loud
only one page of many
only a piece of my past

Published in: poetry | on February 24th, 2008 | No Comments »
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names

i love how
people have their names
for what they write on

‘puter
lappy
typpy

etc……..

it’s like naming your car

i write with a pen
then
i type it
on a laptop

Published in: poetry | on February 24th, 2008 | No Comments »
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his hands

he has soft and gentle hands
that caress the work and pain
that have built up in mine

his voice is calm
to listen to
as he tells his great stories

his body would

shake up and down when he laughed
and he always looked you in the eye

he was tall but not a giant
and you couldn’t always tell when he sat

i could hear him breathe
if i sat real close

but it was his hands
his soft and gentle hands
i liked the most

Published in: poetry | on February 24th, 2008 | No Comments »
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